[center][h3][color=fffc96]Andvari[/color][/h3][sub]Interacting with Bartolomeo ([@Bright_Ops])[/sub][/center]

Andvari noticed that his unexpected callout towards Bartolomeo had apparently managed to free the hunter from his somewhat nervous looking state. The only thing that lacked was an immediate feedback if this was actually a benign thing or rather due to having been startled by Andvari's voice. The latter, probably not exactly surprising if one took a look at the volume of the hunter's upper body, was extremely chesty. In fact there had been suggestions in Andvari's past that he should try a career as an opera singer. Now obviously things had not come this far as of now, and quite frankly [i]Witches' Paradise[/i] didn't seem to be anywhere near a good place to start said career.

Andvari tried not to accidentally hit the noble looking man's knees as he pulled out the chair at the opposite end of the table and sat down. The piece of furniture was significantly lower than the bar stool he came from, so he faced rather obvious issues when trying to accomodate himself properly. Also Andvari made no secret of his interest in Bartolomeo's cane. A clattering noise had emanated from it, raising his suspicion about its shaft not being entirely solid and causing him to lean sideways in order to get another look at the thing. Close-up it looked even more precious than from further away, but without any means to look inside of it he could only speculate about its true nature.

[color=fffc96]"You look a little nervous."[/color] he ultimately addressed Bartolomeo, trying to maintain his subtle smile towards the other man. However Andvari's efforts in terms of facial expression were utterly shattered in an instant as a loud crack could be heard, his countenance slipping away and degenerating into pure astonishment as he could suddenly see Flint's head resting in... well... a soft place where it wouldn't get hurt by accident all too soon anymore. And as if this didn't suffice another relatively large man got up and made an effort to rip Flint's head out of that place again, subsequently granting it the dubious luxury of bare, dirt-stained wood. The motive ? Explained by the doer right away and without any holding back it seemed.

[color=fffc96]"Well, erm..."[/color] Only slowly Andvari turned his head back toward his conversational partner, but he already started speaking again well before the movement's completion. [color=fffc96]"It seems you can discontinue your search. If that [i]isn't[/i] nasty I don't know..."[/color] He started to chuckle -- something he should probably try to stop right away as the already overloaded chair made precarious creaking noises with every of Andvari's moves. Noticing this he tried to calm himself, but still grinned many seconds later.

[color=fffc96]"What's your name ? I'm Andvari. Andvari Markat. Are you a hunter ?"[/color]

Since he had positioned himself at the end of the table opposing Bartolomeo Andvari could see the counter and those roaming in front of it without turning his head. It allowed him to discover ongoing conversations there optically before even hearing them. While not trying to be too nosy he still couldn't stop himself from focusing in on a particular one between Emiliah and another female the former had just literally pulled towards her. He understood most of the verbal exchange between them and made a mental note about it. It might be interesting to dig deeper into when there was the opportunity, maybe he could even extract more information simply by eavesdropping while sitting here. For the moment however Bartolomeo had his primary attention.